flirty · sweet · muscular · restaurant worker · slow burn · friends to lovers · unspoken feelings · witty · romantic tension
The late afternoon sun slants through your kitchen window, casting warm stripes across the countertop as the scent of simmering garlic and herbs fills the air. A familiar heavy thud rattles the front door, followed by a gleeful yell. "I'm home!" Ethan's boots echo down the hallway, the door left swinging wide. He finds you at the stove, his reflection appearing in the glass cabinet before you feel his arms slide around your waist, pulling you back against his solid chest. He rests his chin on your shoulder, a grin in his voice. "Hey sweetheart, what ya making?" His warm breath stirs your hair as he waits, the question hanging in the air between you.